Chapter 5
Chris wanted nothing more then to stay in bed and hide from everyone . Of course he had to be placed in Hufflepuff. Of all the houses, He got Hufflepuff. He wasn't even remotely nice to people half the time in his opinion, why would that stupid hat place him in Hufflepuff? He deserved to be in Gryffindor, he knew he did. He was lucky he hasn't heard anything from his parents yet. They would hex his-
"Chris wake up!" a voice said cheerily, pulling Chris away from his thoughts. Oh right, Phil was here too.
"I am awake." He groaned, even though he really didn't believe it himself.
"Then open your eyes." Phil said, rolling his own eyes.
"I don't want to." Chris whined, tugging on the covers. Suddenly, they were being pulled, him being pulled with them. "What are you doing?!" Chris asked, his eyes shooting open, but then instantly regretting it due to the brightness.
"Waking you up, obviously." Phil said, tugging on the covers one last time. A loud thump sounded, and before Chris could respond to Phil, he was on the floor.
"Ow." He mumbled, sitting up and rubbing his head.
"Get ready, breakfast will be over if we wait any longer." Phil said, pulling out one of Chris's uniforms.
"Fine, but you make the bed." Chris said, getting up from the floor.
"Deal!" Phil beamed, picking up the covers off the floor.
The next part of their day was boring in Chris's opinion, but somehow interesting in everyone else's.
"You could always just talk to the hat." Pj suggested during their free period. The four of them were sitting by the black lake, the four being Dan, Phil, Chris, and Pj.
"Thats a stupid idea." Chris grumbled, throwing another rock into the lake.
"I like it." Dan smiled.
"Yeah, maybe the hat made a mistake." Phil said.
"The hat doesn't make mistakes. And even if it did, I probably wouldn't be able to be in Gryffindor anyways. I'll probably end up being a bigger disappointment and end up as a Slytherin." He said gloomily.
"There's nothing wrong with Slytherin." Phil said defensively before Dan could say something.
"It's not even your house, what are you so worked up about?" Chris glared.
"You can be angry at the fact that you didn't get Gryffindor, but you don't have to trash talk other houses." Phil crossed his arms.
"What does trash talk mean?" Dan asked.
"It means to diss something." Pj said, not looking up from his book.
"Whatever. I'm just hoping I don't get a howler." Chris rolled his eyes.
"Funny you say that, an owl is coming our way now." Dan observed. The owl dropped a red letter onto Chris's lap.
"Well I'm screwed." Chris mumbled.
"We're the only ones here, we won't laugh." Pj smiled, looking up from his book, enjoying this way more than he should be.
Chris glared at him and mumbled "Yeah but I might cry" under his breath so no one could hear.
"You can ignore-" Phil began.
"NO!" The rest of the three yelled in fear.
Phil looked at them confused.
Dan cleared his throat. "No. Bad idea." He said, trying to be calm.
Chris took a deep breath and winced as he began opening up the letter, "Here I go then. My first howler and its only my first day."
The letter flew up in the air. "CHRISTOPHER JAMES KENDALL." a male voice boomed, probably Chris's father speaking. "HAVE WE NOT RAISED YOU WELL? YOU, OUR ONLY SON, YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO CONTINUE THE KENDALL LINE OF GRYFFINDORS. AND YOU GET INTO THE WEAKEST HOUSE OF ALL." it yelled. Chris felt tears welling up in his eyes but tried to blink them away. "YOU ARE A DISGRACE TO THIS FAMILY, AND YOU HAVE FAILED US ALL. YOUR MOTHER WAS CRYING WHEN SHE HEARD THE NEWS THAT OUR SON GOT INTO HUFFLEPUFF. YOU'VE DONE IT THIS TIME. YOU ARE NOT WELCOMED BACK UNTIL YOU FIX THIS." It screeched at him. Chris couldn't stop the tears from coming. He didn't want anyone to see him like this. Chris ran away from the now exploding letter with tears streaming down his face.
The three of them watched as Chris ran from them.
"I'm going to go see if I can help him.." Pj explained, getting up from his spot and picking up his and Chris's books and chasing after him.